I am not yet forsaking the blogging world for the ‘real writer’ world (with apologies to the many noted writers who blog, bloggers who secured a book deal and all those inbetween.) I shall now take up residence at my new site now that I have our new house in order. Well, I say that, but I had the plumber round today. In the usual way he huffed and puffed and sucked through his teeth (is that a module in the Plumber Training course?!) and proclaimed that the shower was, basically, ‘buggered’. The carpet man did his best at cleaning the sitting room carpet, but did sign it’s Death Certificate before he took the cash and scarpered. Oh and our next door neighbour leaned over, or rather through, the fence to point out that it really needed fixing now that the Wonder Hound had broken through. Sigh. As I write, the DH is writing what must be a very painful cheque to the taxman. I shall save the good news until tomorrow. Follow me to my new location to see how he takes it!
